Shadows cast by the past.

Something similar to isolation.

The difference is that this doesn't stop when your not alone.

Second Try...

There really arn't seccond chances.
If there was never a first.

Probably Not Winning

Not Home

Sleep won't pacify us...

Sunset

Well it appears we won.

She

She said she wasn't mine,
maybe that's why it was finally so easy to let her go.
If she said it... it must be true.

Maybe I wanted to walk home alone...

I will stop pretending that I am a
chronic under achiever, if you'll
pretend that you like me.

So ah yea... I ah lost a great game tonight.

Told me not to worry....

Told me just to take my time...

The Walk home...

Well I made it home...

Zazobra....

Its tha Burning...

Once a year we create a giant puppet.
Once a year we have a party.
Once a year we assemble to exorcise our troubles.
Once a year we burn him.

No proximity to a life.

Impressive, not at all. Never agile enough to jump through thier hoops nor tall enough to stand out in thier crowds. Winning... probably its own punishment. Things always look better from far away, so you can imagine how bad they must look from close up. If distance makes the heart grow fonder it's no wonder you still think life is beautifull.

3AM

Three AM looks nice. It might be the way the sun doesn't shine, or the warm glow of streetlights. The satisfying emptiness, as though the world has been given to you. The way the streets unfold before you a new scene in every pool of light. Everything sparkles and shines even the shadows have a glow.

Other peoples gifts

Cars glitter past in the dark. Sounds from their tires wash over you like the tides endlessly rolling in. Every car full of hopes and dreams with shiny candy colored paint and glittering lights announcing their contents like other peoples gifts on Christmas. Briefly they bring the light then as they pass the darkness engulfs you again until the next wave crests, passes and returns you to darkness...

tie your shoes

"Yea well... With an attitude like that what do you expect", they say.
So often the problem: optimism and pessimism.
They see your observation that things appear to be a certain way
and
they tag you negative, a pessimist.
they fail to notice that you wake up every day,
get out of bed
and
tie your shoes...

Weapon of Mass Destruction

Almost imaginary she possesses a magical unpredictability, a smooth confidence and the shocking beauty that ruined my life. With eyes stolen from a jungle predator and features too perfect to be reproduced by a camera she is able to stop the rotation of the earth with a coy glance. Sadly I may never recover...

Wait...

The Silence of the gun on your bedside table keeps waking you up at odd hours of the night. It never says anything but you know what it means, it is crystal clear what it is telling you. It screams it with the stoic weight with which it sits calmly, quietly, patiently... waiting.

- 8 -

I am lame (in a good way)

Every morning I wake up and think a definition for insanity is; doing the same thing over and over yet expecting a different result... Then I get out of bed anyway.

Cold Walk